I wanted to go home to the woman waiting for me, but now I had other matters that required my attention. When I left the restaurant, I headed to Adrien’s home, a place with a gate as flimsy as a curtain, with laughable security.
Instead of breaking down the door, I knocked—like a real person.
One of his staff opened the door, an old man who looked like a butler.
“I need to speak to Adrien. Tell him it’s Bastien—and it’s important.”
He nodded in understanding before he opened the door wider to let me into the foyer. “Wait here for a moment, sir.” He walked off and disappeared around the corner. His footsteps faded as he headed to the stairs.
I looked at the pictures on the wall and saw one I didn’t like.
A picture of Adrien and Fleur on their wedding day.
She looked happy and beautif
